I can feel the rain pouring, as it hits the side of my window pane.
I'm watching everyone running to make safety, I hope it doesn't sound so insane.
There's this one person hiding under a box to stay dry, down my lane way.
It looks like she's looking up at me, so I looked away, pretending not to see her, I hope she has a warmer place to stay.
The next day, when the rain had stopped, I went for a walk down the street.
I noticed there was never a box in the lane way, so there's no woman to meet.
It must of been a figment of my imagination or maybe just a dream.
I have been doing a lot of that lately, it seems.
I don't think these meds are working anymore.
Or maybe it's just the mix of wine and pills mix together, I'm sure.
Wait a minute it could be another one of my personalities coming out again.
I'm so scared because when this starts to happen, it seems there is no end.
I'm hoping this one is not the twisted kind.
I'm hoping this one works with me, I'm hoping this one becomes my friend.
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